"This fish cake tastes good. Do you want sweet or salty?"
Qian Cangyi took out the snack from his bag and handed it to Jin Sen, who hesitated for two seconds before accepting it.
"I have a question for you." Qian Cangyi sat on the long bench next to the sick bed, "What constitutes a soul?"
He went straight to the point since that was what he cared about the most.
"Is it about alchemy? I remember you mentioned that you don't have the talent for using alchemy after conducting tests. Why are you asking these things?"
Jin Sen put the fish cake into his mouth.
"I am curious about those things. Even though I can't use them, perhaps knowing about them will be helpful to me. Besides, I have nothing else to do recently."
Qian Cangyi focused his gaze on Jin Sen.
He believed that Hart hadn't told Jin Sen about his background, and he himself hadn't mentioned anything about it either.